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Juvenile - Be Gone (feat. Big Tymers) Lyrics

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  • Feat. Big Tymers
  • [Chorus 3x] (Sung)
  • Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone
  • Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'
  • [Mannie Fresh]
  • He told me number three was cheap
  • Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'
  • Checkin' in motels every other weekend
  • Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'
  • Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin'
  • While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
  • Meeting Kitty wit her mouth
  • That's what yo' chick 'bout
  • Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out
  • Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykin'
  • Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'
  • Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'
  • Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting
  • I be like,

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